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Bestest Ever !
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Bestest Ever ! I met this recently divorce tall good looking woman and we hit it off...bigtime. She had a miniature Yorkshire Terrier. I had up to that time been a REAL man. A REAL is a big useful dog. Like a Doberman, German Shepard, Labrador or hunting grey hound. Not some tiny mutated inbred snaggle toothyed rat dog. I had absolutely no interest in her rat dog. I stayed away from it and had no interest in it. It was useless. About two years later, my only died at 14 and I was blown away. I gained about 40 pounds in three weeks, did not sleep well nor think clearly. Refusing to get larger pants caused my cord from my nut sack to become compressed resulting in my nuts hurting after standing in too tight belted pants for 10 minutes. I went to my urologist and in his motivation to get a new Mercedes, he tells me it's a hernia. I made the big mistake of trusting him....after all he is a Doctor and took the Hippocratic Oath to "In all cases DO NO HARM". Right....greed motivated him to refer me to his "surgeon friend" who always too happy to get more business. I was scammed. I went under with incorrect belief that I was in the hands of good people, professional people and it would be a simple easy operation. The next thing I am aware of in post operating recovery room is major pain exceeding everything I had ever known. It hurt so badly, I could not speak or open my eyes....all I could do was grab the gurney rails and go ow ow ow...very softly. I was aware of the nurse RUNNING over and telling me to "take small breaths". I wanted so badly to SCREAM at her to " EAT SHIT AND DIE WITH MY DICK IN YOUR ASS"....but it hurt so much I couldn't say anything. Two needles of pain killer later, I am passed out again. So, after I leave the hospital, I stay at girlfriends place so she can care for me. She goes to work and somehow this mutated rat manages to get on top of the bed and wants to<b> snuggle. </font></b>I hated the rat dog, but it was just wanting some cuddling. Not wanting to hurt this no fault of its own rat dog, I did what I could to get away from it. I pushed it away as far as my arm would reach. Two minutes later she would be snuggling against me again. I would push her away repeatedly......and this is how three days passed. Finally, I got tired of this little creatures persistence, and allowed it to<b> snuggle </font></b>on me. Thats all it wanted. Love, attention and maybe bodily warmth. She was the SMARTEST BESTEST I ever had the pleasure to know. And, she loved me. She would never allow me to get more than 3 feet away. I would take her traveling and she learned when I put her in a pillow case to carry/hide her in the hotel room, she was to not bark. I taught that Sweet Little Princess to hunt and kill ......roaches. The only thing small and soft enough for this 3 pound Yorkie to kill. We tired grasshoppers, but they were too tough and the spines on the rear legs hurt her mouth. She didn't eat them, she just loved the hunt and kill. Once she got one she would bring into the living room, in front of the TV so everyone could see her BIG KILL and proceed to disassemble it over a two foot circle. The epitome of 5 thousand years of hunting breeding....lol.  Then I taught her to hunt even bigger game....french fries. Her major addiction. Every time I put her in the car, she would immediately scurry around searching for any dropped/escaped french fries. She even could tell when we pulled up to a fast food place. She would jump up into my lap and stare at the window waiting for the food. Making sure she was getting her share was the only focus at those moments. The girlfriend came home from "going out dancing by myself" night after 6 years and so happy she can't sit still. She joyfully tells me, "I met a 34 year old guy who has left his wife and four for the fourth time in two years. And, I am going to date him" Keep in mind she is living in MY HOME and I am supporting HER ! I digested this news and asked her "Does he know you are 14 year older than him?" It makes no difference. She was out the door at 6am...never saw her get up that early for anything. A week later she walks in the door, first I saw or heard from her. Spends the night, grabs her clothes and as she walks out the door says...You can keep the dog. She is better off with you. At this time, Muffin the Sweetest Princess ever is 12 years old, blind from cataracts. Muffin and I had another 3 wonderful years together before she passed on. Muffin was a wonderful sweet hearted girl. she even tried to nurse a baby mouse for several days. I miss her and get teary eyed when thinking of her. The X-girl friend...got dumped by the young guy when he had to go back to his wife and four . I got the best part of that deal. 
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